I’m working the late shift today so I was determined to sit down and write. I ‘ve sat here for 10 minutes trying to think of something good that has happened lately and my mind is a blank so let me just start writing and maybe something will pop up.
I woke up Sunday morning and suddenly everything that has been going on in my life just sent me plummeting. Popeye is most definitely in a very bad place. My father is very, very sick – he has gone to the ER once a month for the last 7 months. My house is still a mess and we just learned that the sheriff was unable to serve that lying thief with the court papers so now we have to pay a process server to track down his sneaky ass to serve him. A girl I worked with for 6 years was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer (hadn’t smoked for over 20 yearws), went into hospice and died the next day (all this within a 6 month time frame).
I’m not whining – I’m just setting you up for what happened next. So, I’m in the shower and crying and then I got dressed and I’m still crying. I go downstairs and my husband looks at me and says, (brace yourself, ladies), “What’s wrong now?”
Now, I haven’t cried in months. When you’re on EFFex*r, as I am, it’s hard to cry.Sometimes you know a good cry will help, but the seratonin keeps that from happening.
Sooooooo, I grabbed my keys and jumped in the car and started driving and driving and driving until I ended up at Joanne Fabrics where I wandered for two hours. I always heard about retail therapy but never experienced it. I wore sunglasses the whole time because my face looked like a pizza – I must have looked so mysterious perusing the notions and glue guns.
With bags full of fabric and fun Halloween stuff for the grandkids, I decided to go home to watch the Eagles game. My daughter and her fiancee and my youngest son were there and the Eagles were winning and it was turning out to be a decent day and I picked up my IPhone to check my email and discovered a suicide email from Popey written about 20 minutes prior. Because he has been known to stockpile drugs, I was sure he had everything he needed to do it.
I leaped out of my seat, called the Sea Hag and then had my daughter call 911. They sent her to the state police in VA who headed right over to where my son was (apparently he’s been sleeping and showering at his work – he has keys to the building and sneaks back in after everyone leaves).
Loooooooooooooong story short. The Sea Hag got to him before the State Police and he refused to go to the hospital. However, he has admitted he has a problem and is actively seeking a treatment center.
So there – that’s the good thing…sorry you had to slop through all the crap to get to it.